Shanks’ Pony: Travels on my feet.

Some of my earliest memories, growing up as a child in inner-city London, involve walking. Walking everywhere...

Some of my earliest memories, growing up as a child in inner-city London, involve walking. Walking everywhere. I recall trotting alongside my mum, her pushing my sister in a pushchair whilst I clung onto the side handle as we marched, always purposefully, along city streets, through parks, over bridges, past shops and offices and through the ‘back doubl…